Desert Island Ch. 12

Jacks POV:

"You've made me real fuckin' angry now. I'm gonna fuck you you so hard."

I felt the head of his cock back against me, pushing inside. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move.

I braced myself, screaming as I felt my body giving way and then he grunted... something silver flashed on his chest.

A blur of movement.

Jared's body jerked, a choked noise escaping him.

Confusion flickered across his face as he looked down at the spearhead protruding from his chest, slick with blood.

His expression twisted in pain and disbelief. The shaft was yanked back out, and a spray of hot blood splashed across my thighs.

He slumped forward, smearing blood across my leg as he sagged.

I screamed, thrashing weakly as Jared's weight collapsed on top of me, as I tried to scrabble away, I didn't know what was happening. Then strong hands grabbed me and hauled me out from beneath him.

I shook uncontrollably as I was dragged clear.

Through the haze of panic and pain, I saw Sulu, his face contorted in pure rage, spear still clenched in his shaking hands.

And Kovu, dropping to his knees beside me, pulling me into his arms.

His voice was a desperate murmur I couldn't understand. I clung to him anyway as he lifted me, cradling me to his chest. My vision swam, the last thing I saw before everything went black was Jared lay sprawled nearby, dead eyes staring blankly, blood pooling beneath him, cock still half-hard in death.

...

When I came to, my entire body burned, the world spun and blurred with every blink. My wrists throbbed with the memory of the rope, and my ribs ached so deep I was forced to keep my breaths shallow.

Sulu was there, crouched by my head with a bowl of water. He pressed it to my lips and murmured something, his voice soft as he coaxed me to drink.

I drifted in and out of sleep. Each time I woke, Sulu or Kovu was there. Sulu dabbed at my wrists with a bundle of leaves soaked in something cold and numbing, and I nearly sobbed in relief.

It was dark when I next woke, the light the from the fire flickering into the little hut. I tried to sit up but the ache in my ribs was like a fist squeezing my lungs. I managed a grunt.

When suddenly Rick was there, face bruised and split at the brow, he bent over me, eyes wild with worry. Aaron sat at the foot of the makeshift bed, both arms wrapped around his knees, his own face a mess of purpled skin. I blinked at them, throat raw. "Am I dead?"

Aaron let out a watery laugh that turned into a sob. "Don't even joke, mate. We thought-" He cut himself off and covered his face.

Rick's fingers trembled as he brushed the hair from my forehead. "I'm so sorry, Jackie. I should've been here. I should've-" His voice broke, just for a second, before he got it back under control.

I tried to smile, but the memory of what had happened reeled me back into the dark. "Jared, he's dead." I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the cool pressure of Rick's hand on my arm. "Sulu saw to that."

"Good!"

Aaron scooted closer, knelt at my side and took my other hand, his own shaking almost as bad as Rick's. "We're not leaving you again. Not even if you beg," he said tried to make it sound like a joke, but his voice was thick with tears.

I laughed, "Don't make promises you can't keep."

Rick leaned in, forehead pressed to mine. "I promise," he said, and Aaron echoed him, voice steadier this time.

I noticed Sulu and Kovu sitting at the fire and wanted to invite them closer, but the pain and the exhaustion finally pulled me under again.

...

The next few days passed in a haze of fever and dreams. I'd wake to at least one of them hovering over me, spooning soup into my mouth or wiping my face with cool cloths. Rick or Aaron slept curled up with me, trading shifts, whispering to each other when they thought I was out. They filled me in on what happened on their end and how there was now a boat anchored just off the shore, Rick had been constantly heading out to the boat, trying to get a message to his team without using the normal communications in case Snake was able to track the boat.

...

It was almost two weeks later that I could actually say I felt better. During that same week, Kovu had been helping me tend the plants, showing me what he was doing before stepping back and letting me try it myself. Similarly, Sulu had been taking Aaron with him to hunt and fish; every time they caught something, Aaron would prepare it for cooking. Rick was barely around during the day, spending most of his time out on the boat trying to contact his team. Each evening he returned to camp, telling us he'd hit another dead end, while Aaron kept insisting that nothing mattered as long as we were all safe.

Rick has anchored the boat as close to shore as possible, during low tide he helped me wade out to it so that for the first time in months I could have a real shower. It was heaven.

Rick's POV:

I pulled myself out of the water, walking up the beach toward the treeline, still dripping. After over a week of trying I was still no closer to contacting my team it gnawed at me. I knew there must be a way but so far every attempt had failed.

I stopped to take a piss, sighing with relief as I looked toward camp.

That's when I saw them.

Aaron and Jack, both on their hands and knees facing each other, moaning into open-mouthed kisses as Kovu and Sulu knelt behind them, each one with their face buried between pale white cheeks. The natives were eating them out, hands squeezing and spreading them open to get as deep as they could.

I dropped my shorts right there and walked towards camp, moving slowly toward them, stroking my cock. The sound of slurping and panting filled the air, both Aaron and Jack looked back at me when they noticed I was there. Their mouths were wet and open. I dropped to my knees between them.

They didn't even need telling. Their heads came forward, mouths meeting around my cock.

I reached down, threading a hand into each of their hair, gently guiding them as they worked me over. Their mouths were eager, sharing me, sloppily kissing around my shaft.

"Fuck, boys..." I breathed, my head rolling back for a second. "You two were meant for this."

Jack moaned like he agreed, and Aaron's hand reached out blindly, wrapping around the base of my cock so he could hold it steady while Jack took the whole thing into his throat, gagging a little before pulling off with a cough and a grin.

I pulled out, let them kiss each other again, lips slick with spit and my precum and just watched for a second. Kovu rose behind Jack, his cock thick and curved as he lined it up with Jack's hole.

I leaned back on my heels and took a step back to really watch and fuck was it worth it.

Kovu held Jack open with his dark hands, his curved cock brushing over that tight, spit-slicked hole. And then slowly, pushed inside.

At the same time, Sulu rose up behind Aaron, mirroring Kovu almost perfectly. That same powerful stance, the same thick, curved cock pushing between soft white cheeks. Both islanders moved in tandem, their hips rolling forward, stretching the men beneath them open inch by inch on their big uncut dicks.

I stood there watching, awestruck, my hand wrapped around my cock. The symmetry was so hot, two strong, black bodies dominating the pale, gasping ones beneath them.

And Aaron... fuck. His arse was flushed a bright pink, wrapped around Sulu's black cock like it was made to be filled. I moved beside them, crouched down, and gently pulled his cheeks apart to watch Sulu disappear inside.

"Jesus Christ, Aaron..." I whispered, watching that thick dick stretch him wide. "You're so fucking pretty like this."

He moaned, writhing beneath me, fingers clawing the ground. I kept his cheeks spread, watching every slick inch of Sulu's cock hammer in and out of his pale hole.

When Sulu pulled out suddenly, his cock popping free with a wet sound, I didn't hesitate.

I dove on it.

I wrapped my lips around his slick shaft as I sucked greedily, one hand fisting the base while the other spread Aaron open again. I moaned into the mouthful, tongue swirling around the foreskin, and then let Sulu's cock fall free as I buried my face between Aaron's arsecheeks.

His hole was stretched, gaping slightly, twitching with every breath. I pressed my tongue inside, devouring him.

I pulled back just long enough to spit in my hand and guide Sulu's cock back to his hole. "Go on," I muttered, "He's ready for you. Fill him up again."

Sulu thrust forward and Aaron practically screamed.

And then I turned.

Jack was just as much of a mess, I crawled over, eyes locked on that pale arse stretched around another thick cock, and knew I had to do it again.

After blowing Kovu, he moved aside, freeing up the space behind Jack, I jumped into it and braced one hand on Jack's lower back as I pushed inside him, slow at first, feeling his body stretch around me.

Ahead of me, Kovu and Sulu took turns on Aaron. Sulu was behind him now, pounding into his slick hole, while Kovu knelled in front with his cock in Aaron's mouth, his fingers tangled in Aaron's messy hair. Every time Sulu's hips slapped forward, Aaron moaned around Kovu's length, spit dripping from his chin.

I kept my rhythm steady, gripping Jack's hips tighter, admiring the way his skin rippled with each thrust. His hard, leaking cock bobbing with every push. I leaned down, lips brushing his ear. "You look so good like this," I murmured, grinding my hips against his arse before picking up pace.

Aaron let out a loud, desperate sound as Kovu pulled out and switched places with Sulu. They moved like they'd done this a hundred times- shared anther person. Kovu shoved his slick cock into Aaron's loosened hole while Sulu grabbed Aaron's face and pushed his still-wet cock back into his mouth. Aaron gagged, but took it, eyes rolling back as he was spit-roasted between them.

"Look at your boys," I grunted. "Taking everything we give ya."

Jack whimpered, pushing back onto my cock, begging for more with his body.

Kovu let out a grunt, followed by Kovu as they buried themselves deep in each end of Aaron and held there as their cocks pulsed inside. Sulu laughed low, wiped his cock across Aaron's lips, then leaned in to kiss him.

I reached under Jack, wrapped a fist around his cock and pumped it in time with my thrusts. "You gonna cum for me too, Jackie?" I growled.

Jack writhed beneath me, back slick with sweat, hips twitching with need. "Not yet," Jack panted, glancing over his shoulder with flushed cheeks and a wild glint in his eye.

Before I could ask what he meant, he twisted around and pushed me back, shoving me onto the sand. I landed with a grunt, cock still rock hard and glistening from being inside him. He dropped between my legs without a word and wrapped his lips around the head, "Fuck," I gasped, my head falling back as his mouth worked me. His tongue circled the tip, slow and teasing, before he sank lower, swallowing more and more until the head nudged his throat. His fingers wrapped around the base, stroking in rhythm with the movements of his mouth, and then I felt his tongue trail lower, over my balls.

Then, without warning, he pushed my legs up and licked lower.

"Jesus Christ," I groaned as I felt his tongue drag across my hole.

He didn't hesitate. His hands gripped my thighs and pulled them wider, and then he buried his face between them. His tongue was hot, wet, insistent, circling my hole before pressing inside. My entire body jolted, and I couldn't help the moan that slipped out of me, loud, shameless.

He tongued me slow and deep, slicking me up with long, hungry strokes. My abs tightened with each pass, and I found myself grinding down against his face, chasing the pressure, completely lost in it. Every now and then, he'd pull back just long enough to spit or let a cool breath ghost over the wetness before diving back in, even hungrier than before.

"Fuck, Jack..." I gasped, one hand gripping his hair as I looked down. His eyes were half-lidded, focused, filthy.

I couldn't believe how good it felt, my cock twitched against my stomach, leaking precum, but Jack didn't touch it. He just kept eating me out like he was addicted to it.

Jack was still buried between my legs, when I heard a familiar gasp, I opened my eyes, to see Aaron kneeling behind Jack, pushing inside.

"Fuck..." I breathed, already dizzy from what Jack was doing to me.

Aaron didn't waste time. He pushed fully into Jack with one slow, steady thrust, his mouth falling open as he bottomed out.

"Jesus, Jack," he moaned, gripping Jack's hips and starting to move.

The motion rocked Jack's face against my hole, tongue moving with each thrust Aaron gave him. I couldn't stop moaning. My body was jerking, completely overloaded.

Behind them, Kovu and Sulu were tangled up together, kissing hard, rutting against each other like they couldn't get close enough.

The rhythm between the three of us was filthy, Jack tongue-fucking me while getting railed, and Aaron gripping him like he couldn't get deep enough ash his balls slapped against him.

"Fucking hell," I grunted. "This is insane..."

Aaron fucked Jack harder, hands white-knuckled on his hips, sweat dripping off his brow as he drove into him. The sound of it, the slap of skin, the desperate noises Jack made.... it went straight to my cock. Aaron reached around, stroking Jack's cock in time with the rhythm, making Jack cry out.

I couldn't take it anymore. "I'm gonna fucking cum," I moaned, voice hoarse and shaking. Jack didn't stop, he doubled down, tongue fucking me even more messily. I felt the orgasm build, as whole body arched off the ground, and unloaded across my own abs and chest. I heard myself shouting, maybe begging, but I didn't care.

Jack's POV

I kept licking, even as Rick's begs echoed through the trees, even as his whole body shuddered and his cock spilled hot across his stomach.

Aaron grunted behind me and he slammed in, holding deep as I felt him pulse and fill me, his hands clamped hard on my sides. My own orgasm hit just as his did, sudden and brutal. I gasped, the sound muffled between Rick's thighs, and spilled across the moss beneath me.

For a long second, we just hung there, sweat and come and sea salt and the sound of the ocean. Then I collapsed, face-first onto Rick's leg, mouth open, catching my breath, feeling the aftershocks ripple through both of us.

For a minute, nobody spoke. Just the soft slap of the tide, the hiss of our breathing as we cooled off under the shade. Kovu and Sulu lay tangled together a few feet away, arms thrown over each other, their deep, rumbling laughter drifting over to us.

Aaron broke the silence first. "Well, that was... fucking mental."

Rick barked a hoarse laugh. "You're telling me. I came so hard I almost passed out."

I rolled my head to look at them, "We're absolute degenerates."

Aaron nodded, solemnly. "Yeah, but like, in a family-values kind of way."

...

We gathered around the fire, still bare, not bothering with clothes. Sulu and Kovu had a fish already skewered, roasting over the fire. Aaron was on his back with his head in my lap, hair damp from the sea, and Rick was carving slivers off a green mango, occasionally flicking a piece at Aaron's open mouth. There was a lot of laughing, and the sting of earlier wounds had faded to a dull ache, replaced by something softer and a little giddy.